Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sugar Minott to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Nico,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.